Chapter 1 – The Silent Failure
The room screamed with silence. Darkness flooded throughout the space weaving the assembly of cloaked figures residing. The room seemed endless, allowing the echoes of water droplets to trace the walls of stone.
"Insolent boy," sneered one of the cloaked figures, throwing Draco to the cold stone floor. "If it hadn't been for Severus," a flick of the dark wand revealed a whip-like structure, "all of my plans would have been eradicated."
Draco remained still positioned on his hands and knees facing the floor.
"I thought this would be a simple task for you… the assignment you needed in order to be a true death eater." The figure took a few steps around Draco and drew his hood off revealing serpent-like features. Draco continued to stare at the ground silently; the floor was covered in small puddles allowing Draco to glare at himself. Voldemort slid his foot next to Draco's hand and lifted his foot, allowing his heel to remain on the stone floor, "Why did I bother?" He crushed Draco's hand like a cockroach. "You are pathetic… worthless…"
Draco didn't move, even as his hand crunched between the black shoe and the stone; not a blink nor a twitch.
"WHERE IS YOUR LOYALTY?" Voldemort lashed the whip at him, striking his back. "DAMN BOY!" Another thrash hit Draco near where the first had. "YOU PATHETIC LITTLE INGRATE!" More slashes followed, slicing Draco even through his heavy robes and skin. Draco continued to be still and silent as his strength wore down. Finally, his arms and legs collapsed and he became unconscious, his body lay limp on the ground. Voldemort allowed a repulsive smirk to surface.
A flick of the whip resulted in returning to its original form, followed by a wave creating a trap door next to the lifeless, battered body.
"I have heard of your vow to Narcissa, and because of your loyalty tonight, his life will be spared." Voldemort turned to face Snape while pushing Draco's body into the trapdoor.
Draco fell for many moments and hit another stone floor flooded with at least an inch of water, washing the blood off of Draco. He was empty now, leaving the unlimited space cold, empty… dark and silent.